Month: February 2018

Fuck it, *publish*. ‘They’ always seem to know what’s going on, the world is becoming a giant algorithm from Facebook ads to voice recognition software. We have fulfilled all of the 1970’s sci fi prophecies and then some. ‘Them’ funny concept. Who the hell…

This is coming out all wrong in my head, jumbled, I don’t know what to say next. I just needed to write something, try and work out the feelings that I can’t discuss, that I can’t even put into black and white for fear…

I have been questioning the existence of coincidence a lot lately, mostly because of the sheer quantity of ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Moments that have been thrown upon me in one way or another. I swear to whatever God you believe in that…

As time has passed I have felt more and more at ease discussing my struggles and triumphs in bipolarity, I talk openly and honestly on here and I am always met with positivity and understanding, I feel supported. Sometimes I forget that the wider…

I’m a lucky gal! Rory, the lovely Guy (or is it Bloke?) behind the wonderful blog A Guy Called Bloke has very kindly given me my second Liebster Award nomination! Thank you so much, it is really touching that people are taking the time to…

WTF? I am confused, this random spooky thing happened to me today… I think I’m losing it. (Okay, more so.) Okay, so anyway, my favourite beaded bracelet watch stopped working MONTHS ago, hubby concluded that it was just the battery and as it was…

I saw you standing there in the supermarket and I recognised you immediately, even though we had never met. Your painfully thin frame draping in clothes that were far too big yet to you they were a comfort blanket of protection between yourself and…

*The air around me is literally sparkling, I can see every molecule that makes up existence itself dancing and fizzing around me. There are so many dimensions 5,6,7,8,9 I don’t even know, they appear infinite and yet structured, moving in strange patterns of planned…

Walking past the piercing place I paused for a second, muttered ‘fuck it’ to myself and went in. I so welcomed the bite of the piercing gun on my earlobe in that moment, it didn’t really hurt enough to satisfy my sudden deep longing…

I drove home via the pub again, ordered a $4 diet coke that was 80% ice and tasted like formic acid before fumbling my way into the tiny gaming lounge. I sat down in front of Cleopatra, pulled the first $50 note out of…

The tyres on my car were worn down further than my patience of late and finally one of them gave up on me, fair enough. I had been putting off replacing them for quite a while because in all honesty, and for the same…

Struggling with mental health, I was sat on a psych ward and inspired to start my very own blog! So here we are, welcome to life’s in the eyes of lauren where I’ll be tackling difficult topics and sharing my personal experiences, mainly focusing on mental health but also social services, the care system, living away from my biological family, school struggles and just life in general! i am writing to help poeple, if that means ive helped one person, ive achieved my goal. I hope you enjoy reading, Good Vibes Only xoxo